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Okay. 9:14 p. m.

I should have ended the
survey after this morning,

but, uh, thank God I didn't.

All the hard work and
sacrifice has finally paid off.

I found it.
Indisputable proof.

Is anyone there?

Hello!

Is anyone there?

Hello?

It found me.

I-It found me!

Oh, God!

Ellen,
if you see this,

know that I've always loved you.

I-I don't know why I
didn't say that before.

God, I do not want to
die, do not want to die.

Okay.

Morning, Daddy.
Did you sleep okay?

You know, you called me
a lot of things in high school.

But Daddy?

What the hell? What
are you doing here?

Oh, hey, Simone.

You remember Greg Wright
from Fairfax High?

How could I forget my nemesis?

Your nemesis? Oh,
no, never that.

I was just the man that
beat you for valedictorian.

To beat me implies
that you were better.

But we had the exact same GPA.

Why are you here?
Why is he here?

Greg's my CPA.

He does the books
for my nonprofit.

Time's been good to you, Simone.

You look very happy.

Thank you.

Don't forget that
part. You see it.

So how about you and I
have a proper catch-up?

Maybe some lunch, coffee?

My treat, of course.

Hey, take your eyes
off my daughter

and put your eyes
back on my books.

You're on the clock here.

Yes, sir.

Back on the books.
He told you.

Hey, boss.

You want... You
want me to go where?

The Angeles
National Forest.

600,000 acres of wilderness.

And bug bites.

You've got an Oakwood
Racer kit in your car?

Is Isaiah a Scout?

Yeah, and he needs to make a car

for the annual
race this weekend.

Why is it in your car, then,
and not in his backpack?

'Cause he hates making them.

Waits till the last minute,

then he's bummed
when he doesn't win.

You know you don't
teach your kids anything

by doing their
homework for them.

In school, yes, but
this is the Scouts.

It ain't about the
kids. It's dad vs. dad.

And I'm
competing against

literal rocket
scientists from JPL.

With the divorce, I'm
just showing him I care.

Showing
him how to cheat.

What was that? Huh?

No, I just said these
trees are so pretty.

Over here.

Morning.

We are working a
missing persons today.

Must be someone important for
it to wind up in our laps.

It is, and then some.

We're doing a favor
for Senator Smith.

You mean Senator Smith who is
neither a senator nor a Smith?

Come on, once and for all,
just tell us who he is.

A high-ranking guardian
angel who has asked us

to investigate the disappearance
of Wallace Yamashiro,

an assistant director at DARPA.

Now, Wallace has been
vital in developing

top-secret technologies used
to advance national security.

So maybe he got snatched
up because somebody wanted

the secrets in that
big old brain of his.

Bingo. We're looking
at his campsite here

where he disappeared
two nights ago

while doing research.

On what?

That's not important, Brendon.

It kinda is.

I mean, if we knew what
he was looking for,

it could give us a clue on
where to search for him.

She's right.

Well, besides being
a certified genius,

Wallace liked to spend his spare
time searching for Bigfoot.

Oh, you're serious.

There's something
you should see.

Definite signs of a struggle.

Yeah, that's dried
blood. He was attacked.

Question is, was it
human or humanoid?

You are not suggesting
Bigfoot did this.

I'm saying we should
leave our options open.

We got a camera.

Please tell me it still
works and has footage

of what happened
to Wallace on it.

Mm. No, it's toast.

Yeah, the memory card
is cracked in two.

I can take it to the tech
lab, see what they can do.

Alright.

Uh, guys.

Tell me this is not
what I think it is.

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

Since you're headed back,

have the lab take
a look at this.

Carter, you know this is
bear or coyote, right?

I agree, but might
as well be sure.

Alright. I gotta go
meet up with the SAC.

Join up with the search team.

If the rangers
find any evidence,

I want the two of
you on it first.

There was a... There
was a bug on you.

By the way... happy birthday.

What? How did you find out?

I'm a professional investigator.

Elena told me.

Yeah.

Here.

Brendon, I'm your
training agent.

You didn't need to
get me a present.

And yet I did.

And I'll bet you can't
guess what it is.

Oh, um, okay.

Uh...

A platinum Montblanc pen.

What?

How'd you guess that?

I got it right? Yeah.

Really? Yeah.

Wow.

Gosh, I'm good.

Uh, size of the box, really.

That kinda gave it away.

You know, couldn't be jewelry

'cause you're desperate to
impress, but you're not crazy.

So, pen. Yeah. And
you have money.

So you went with the most
high-end one, Montblanc.

Thanks for the gift.

What are you doing?

You can't have it anymore.

Why not? Because I'm
a renowned gift giver,

and people love my gifts

because they're
thoughtful and surprising.

And you guessed mine,
which means I failed.

And I don't like failing.So...

I'll get you something
else. Don't worry about it.

No, I really want the pen.

You can't have it.

Go deliver the evidence.

Hey. Promise
not to laugh at me?

Could you please
run this fur for me?

What am I looking
for evidence of?

Bigfoot.

Good one.

That wasn't a joke?

Uh, no.

So, did you enjoy the
bottle of Syrah I gave you?

Yea... Yeah.

No, uh, I haven't,
uh, opened it yet,

but... thank you again.

Let me know when you try it.

I want a full report.

Y-Yeah. You know, I-I-I'm
actually not really

like a... like a wine guy.

But you said you had a
bottle before and loved it.

I did. But it was
such a thoughtful gift

that I figured someone
should appreciate it fully.

And so I-I have a-a friend
who I-I passed it to.

You gave away my gift.

Dieu aide moi.

Uh... see, Antoinette...

No. Talking's over.

I have to waste my time
testing for Bigfoot DNA.

You don't really believe in
all this Yeti business, do you?

Yetis are Himalayan.

On the West Coast, the
creatures are called Sasquatch,

Bigfoot, or Skookum.

That's a lot of names for
something totally made up.

I mean, you're mister
"all about the facts,"

and when it comes to
Bigfoot, there's no proof.

Well, there's not
not proof, either.

Basically every indigenous
culture on the Pacific Coast

has stories of a large
ape-like creature.

Ranger, you out here every day.

You ever seen the Skookum?

No, but I've seen a lot of
strange things out here,

so, you know, it's
entirely possible.

It's not that farfetched.

Scientists have discovered
dozens of new species

this year alone.

Yeah. Lizards, bugs,

crazy-looking fish on
the bottom of the ocean.

Not big, hairy freaks
traipsing through the forest.

Carter.

Yeah.

You heard that, right?

Yeah.

No, no, no. D-Don't
go towards it.

That's Wallace's backpack.

FBI. Stop.

Show us your hands.

Stop. FBI.

What's wrong with him?

Is he okay?

It's acute
radiation syndrome.

That doesn't sound good.

It's not.

Any idea where he was exposed?

We found him in
the Angeles Forest.

He has minor cutaneous
radiation injuries.

Burns on his skin.

So the radiation was
probably airborne.

Whoa. D-Does that mean
that we were exposed?

We were only out
there for a few hours.

You should be okay.

But I'll get you prescriptions
for potassium iodide

as a precaution.

Matt, we have a possible RMR.

We need to mobilize
every resource

to evacuate the Angeles Forest.

We're heading back
to locate the source.

We?

As in... you and me?

Thanks again for making me
work the nuclear jungle beat.

Could this get any worse?

Apparently, yes.

Even in these suits, we
should only stay for a minute.

Carter.

It's Wallace.

He ran into something way
more dangerous than Bigfoot.

Yeah. His killer in here
making a dirty bomb.

I don't understand.

How do you go from a missing
person case to a dirty bomb?

And why were you investigating
it in the first place?

Oh, I don't see how
that's important

unless you already
know the answer

and you're trying to
catch me in a lie.

I swear, Matt, just when I made
peace with your unit's autonomy,

I find out you've turned
it into a favor mill

doing investigations on request

for a mysterious
D. C. power player.

Okay, first, let's
dial back on the drama.

We all take requests
from on high.

Second, thank God I did. Hm?

Or we might be
standing in the middle

of a radioactive cloud right now

wondering what
the hell happened.

So you're not gonna
tell me who Smith is?

Someone with a whole
lot of juice, Tracy.

That's all I can say.

You realize I
outrank you, right?

At approximately
10:45 this morning,

agents discovered the
body of Wallace Yamashiro

in a makeshift bunker
in the Angeles Forest.

It is our belief
that he was killed

after he stumbled
across this bunker

where a radiological dispersion
device was being built.

Now, we've generated a short
list of most likely subjects,

and agents are out there
looking for them right now.

LAPD will be assisting
us on a joint task force.

Sergeant Grey. Thank you.

I've already briefed
my department

on all pertinent details,

and our Hazmat Response
Unit is on standby.

Obviously, a tight lid is
paramount in this situation

so as not to create
unnecessary panic.

This isn't our
first rodeo, ma'am.

Is there any insight into the
size of the bomb that was built?

Not at this point.

We're still trying to
trace the materials used,

but until shown otherwise,
we need to assume

that this bomb is live
and in the city somewhere.

Matt, what do we have
on the man in custody?

Well, Marlin Jagger was
discovered a quarter of a mile

from the bunker with
acute radiation syndrome.

He was wearing the
victim's backpack.

I have my doubts about
Marlin being our bomb maker.

He has no background in
science or engineering,

no political ideology
that would suggest motive.

Based on his social
media profile,

he's the laziest
man on the planet.

What's Marlin got
to say for himself?

Well, he just regained
consciousness.

Agents Clark and Hope are
speaking to him right now.

Tell us about the bomb.

The what?

Mr. Jagger, we don't
have time for this.

You're suffering from
severe radiation poisoning.

And you were wearing the
backpack of a murder victim

found in a bunker filled
with bomb-making material.

Wait, wait. Wallace is dead?

Well, I found his pack off
a trail near Angel Falls.

I-I picked it up to
give it back to him.

I don't know anything
about a bunker or a bomb.

We are not
buying it, okay?

You don't get this sick

without being
exposed to radiation

for a long period of time.

How do you explain that?

Well, I live right there.

Right where? In the woods?

Yeah. I'm a
boondocker. A what now?

A person is legally allowed
to camp on public land

for 14 days at a time.

So if you move sites
every two weeks,

you can basically live
in the forest for free.

Please. I-I didn't have
anything to do with this.

I swear, man.

Well, have you seen anything
suspicious out there lately?

Besides Bigfoot? Wait,
you've seen Bigfoot?

Okay, hold.

That is a
conversation for another day.

Unless Sasquatch is out
there making a dirty bomb.

You know, there is
one guy I've seen

always carrying
stuff into the woods.

Uh...

A white dude, maybe 50s.

He always wears this dirty
coat with a fur collar.

Did you get a name?
Possible vehicle?

Anything more you can tell us?

No, I...

Oh, God, I don't feel good.

Am I gonna die?

We'll get someone to come
help you with the pain.

Hang in there.

That doesn't give
us much to go on.

Ugh, less than nothing.

A mysterious old white
man in a nasty jacket.

No way we can get
an ID off that.

Sorry your birthday was
ruined by a mad bomber.

Well, every bad day
is someone's birthday.

Wow. That's... dark.

I am still gonna get you a
perfect gift, by the way.

Mm. Just putting it out there.

So I'm not getting the pen.

No. Tell me something. Okay.

What's your, like,
dream vacation?

Hmm. And by answering this, you
come up with a perfect gift?

Mm-hmm.

Hmm. Peru.

I've always wanted
to hike Machu Picchu.

Why haven't you?

Too busy.

Now go light a fire
under your BFF.

We need those test results.

Not gonna help.

I said something
stupid, screwed up.

Then unscrew it up.

Hey.

The fur was synthetic,
so probably not Bigfoot.

Oh, that... that's
actually not why I'm here.

Um, any luck ID'ing the bomber?

Latent prints have
been scanned into AFIS.

We're running rapid DNA,

but the radiation makes
it more complicated.

I-I owe you an apology.

Um, re-gifting that
bottle of wine was, uh...

Tacky? Rude? Gauche?

I could give more
adjectives if you'd like.

You should have just lied to me.

I-I kinda did.

Um, but you see, t-the reason
I didn't tell you the truth...

AFIS got a match to prints
found in the bunker.

Orson Mettle, a
prolific eco-terrorist

responsible for three
prior bombings in the U. S.

A ski resort in Colorado in
protest of deforestation,

a logging company in Minnesota,

and the last attack occurred
in Texas at the home

of the CEO of a company that
genetically modifies food.

Now, that bomb killed
his whole family.

Any motive behind his attacks?

He published a
manifesto for each

decrying humanity's
effect on Mother Earth.

This many bombings...

How's he managed to
stay out of handcuffs?

Well, he's a true loner.

Lives completely off the grid

and just keeps his head
down, making bombs.

Never used radiation before.

No. It's an escalation,
a break in the pattern,

which is why he didn't
show up on our short list.

Please tell me you have a clue

on how to find this guy
before it's too late.

We do. His son, Tad,
he lives in Echo Park.

FBI. Special Agents
Hope and Clark.

What'd Dad do this time?

I'm not at liberty to say.

You don't seem
surprised to see us.

Feds, journalists,
podcasters, psycho groupies.

Every time my doorbell rings,

I'm reminded I'm the
son of a monster.

That's gotta be rough,

paying for the sins
of your father.

I can only imagine

what life is like
under that microscope.

Has your father
reached out in any way?

Call, texted, anything?

I-I made it clear that he
never contact me again.

But?

'Cause I sense there's
a but coming, hmm?

Talk to us, sweetie. We
can help you with this.

This was in
my mailbox this morning.

Is that from your father?

Why didn't you notify us?

Because of this. You two here.

I just got my life back
after the last bombing.

The second I saw this,
I threw it in the trash.

There's no stamp.
Letter wasn't mailed.

He dropped it off himself.

I mean, are we gonna open this
with a robot arm or something?

No time for that.

"I know you hate me, but it
wasn't always bad between us.

Remember our hikes in Hampton
Park when you were young?

Those days are gone,
ruined now by human greed,

another soulless corporation
trading beauty for profit.

Well, I'm leveling
the playing field,

so consider this my
last parental act.

A warning...

Return to nature
like I taught you.

You can survive."

H-He's targeting Hampton Park.

I mean, w-why would he
say "return to nature"

if he's just gonna destroy it?

Because it's already
being destroyed.

They're about to
build condos on it.

That park's near downtown.
His device blows...

The Santa Ana winds spread
radiation all over the city.

Really?

You just gonna go back to
doing your son's homework

when there's a
loose RDD out there?

Don't you want to
pack up your family

and get the hell out of town?

Absolutely not.

Why? Because rules.

You know we can't tell anyone

about what's going
down or what we do.

I know, Carter,
but the thing i...

But... But nothing.

There are threats out there
every day, all the time.

The only way to cope is to
keep living and solve the case.

Attention.
This is the LAPD.

Please evacuate the
area immediately.

Clear the premises!

What are
we looking for?

An RDD could be as small as a
suitcase and as big as a truck.

Anything could be suspicious.

Right this way. Off the
merry-go-round, please.

We need you all to stop
playing and leave the park now.

Ma'am, no time for that.

Just take your daughter and go.

Sir, you need to evacuate.

Sir.

FBI! Show us your hands!

Don't move.

Or what?

You're gonna shoot me?

What if you miss?

A stray bullet, and
this baby goes up.

I'm already a dead man.

Nice to know I won't be
leaving this world alone.

Sir, listen.

Nobody needs to die today.

Yes, they do.

A little shock is what it
takes to wake the world up.

What I know about you, Orson,

is that you've been
making bombs a long time,

and you still got
all your limbs.

That means you're a careful cat,

so there's no way you would
have activated that bomb...

before you moved it here.

I'm not worried about
it going off on its own.

But let me tell you what
you should be worried about.

My man Carter here is
a first-class shot.

I'm not concerned about him
accidentally hitting that bomb

trying to shoot you.

Do yourself a favor
and give yourself up.

No!

Back
out of there, Brendon.

He's radioactive.

That's
a big-ass bomb.

And Simone's right.
It's not activated.

Okay, get out of there. Let
the bomb squad deal with it.

Okay, so the initial
visual examination

confirms that bomb was an RDD.

Iridium-192 interspersed with
enough conventional explosives

to rip a hole in
the development site

and irradiate whatever's left.

But we saved the damn day.

Not so fast, Simone.

We don't celebrate until we
tie off every loose thread.

And the last time I checked,

there's no dirty bomb
section at the Home Depot.

Good point. So
where is all this

high-grade radioactive
material coming from?

Riverside.

The lab was able to trace
the iridium container

that we pulled
from Orson's bunker

to an industrial plant there.

The site manager
is on his way now.

Okay, Carter, Simone,

you meet with him
when he arrives.

Let's find out if Orson
has an accomplice or not.

We're on it.

Hey, uh, I have another
question for you.

It's about your birthday gift.

What's the weirdest
dream you've ever had?

Really? Right now?

Yeah. Why not right now?

Mm, can I just have the pen?

No. I really like pens.

No, no, no, no. Weirdest
dream. Just... go.

Well, I would write
it down for you,

but unfortunately,
I don't have a pen.

Hint, hint.

Okay, fine.

Um...

I was driving really
fast... Mm-hmm.

On a highway in the clouds.

I was going 130 miles per hour.

And then I looked down, and
I wasn't wearing a seatbelt.

But instead of being scared,

I just closed my eyes
and I went faster.

Based on that, do you
know what to get me?

Not yet, but I-I'm
getting closer.

Okay. That's nice.

Special Agent Clark.

Yo, it's Greg.

What? Are you calling to
ask me out on a date again?

Ha! I need your help.

It's about your father.

One of his businesses
is in trouble.

Brotherhood Bakery?

Yeah, for the past
couple of months,

it's been hemorrhaging cash
that I can't seem to trace.

So I'm thinking that this
manager, ex-con named...

Ah, formerly incarcerated.

Right. My bad.

This formerly incarcerated
man named Darius

might be stealing from him.

And I'm guessing you're
not talking scones.

No. I'm not talking scones.

I'm talking a couple of
thousand dollars at this point,

disappearing right
under Cutty's nose.

And you told my dad about this?

I did. And he shut
me down, hard.

So I'm thinking maybe
you can talk to him,

see if he can look into this
before it gets any worse.

Yeah, I will.

Thanks for this.

This is Cutty. You know
what to do.

Daddy, you better not
be screening my calls.

Greg told me about
the bakery situation.

I need you to listen
and get it straight.

You call me back as
soon as you get this,

and I mean it, Cutty Clark.

Don't you dare go ghosting me.

Eddie Mendoza? Yes, sir.

I'm Special Agent Hope.
This is Special Agent Clark.

Thanks for coming down.

Not a problem. Have a seat.

And I'm just relieved
that you recovered

the radioactive material.

It's just... It's been a
nightmare since the burglary.

What is an industrial
plant doing

with iridium laying around?

We use it as part of
radiography equipment.

It helps detect cracks or
defects in metal pipes.

Now, our security is top-notch,

but I went in there last month
and someone had broke in.

They stole 720 Ci's worth
of iridium-192 pellets.

Hold on.

The prelim report said our
subject's RDD only had 350 Ci's.

He only used half
of what he stole.

Orson built a second bomb.

Where is it?

You're going to have
to be more specific than that.

We know you had enough
radioactive material

to make two dirty bombs.

Which means you must have
planted the first one

before we found you.

Where's the other one?

Oh, that. Well, it's
in a special place.

Our techs say the RDD you made
was pretty damn impressive.

Well, thank you.

I do take pride
in my work, so...

We assume you activated
the first bomb

and got caught before
you could arm the second.

Assume away.

The bomb we caught you with

had a three-hour timer on it,

and that was about an hour ago.

Which means you have less
than two hours before

Okay, listen, Orson,

it's not too late for you
to do the right thing here.

I'm done talking.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

The SAC
and I struck out.

Orson's not giving up the
location of his second bomb.

Give me a chance to
talk to him, sir.

The man's last dying wish is
to irradiate the city, Simone.

What makes you think he's
gonna want to talk to you?

Not just me, but me and his son.

I feel like we really connected
when we went by his house.

Orson warned him about the RDD.

He might want to
kill Los Angeles,

but not everybody in it.

She has a point. There's some
semblance of humanity left in him.

Maybe the son can
help her find it.

Let's try it.

I'm on it.

Why did you bring him here?

I asked, and he came.

You look good.

You don't.

You still have time to run.

And you still have
time to stop this.

Think... Think about your son.

Think about all the
innocent people.

There are no innocents.

We all have to pay for what
we've done to the Earth.

Even your boy?

The world shrugged
off the science.

Well, no one can ignore
what I will unleash.

The skies will burn and
the sun will be darkened.

Okay, now you just cribbin'
from the Book of Revelation.

Dad, stop this.

No.

Okay, so Orson said
the skies will burn

and the sun will be darkened.

In all of his
previous manifestos,

he's never used
language like that.

So you think that's a clue as
to where the second bomb is?

Maybe. I don't know.

Well, let's think about
it. Skies will burn.

How would one do that?

Start a huge fire,

one that's damn near
impossible to put out.

Yeah, like a forest fire
or... or an oil refinery.

No, no, no. An oil well.

There are thousands of active
oil wells in Los Angeles

drilling for oil
underneath the city.

I mean, we got them all
over my neighborhood.

Yeah, you put a bomb
in one of those, boom!

And he said, "The sun
will be darkened."

Setting off an RDD at an
oil field would ignite

a never-ending radioactive fire,

one that would kill
almost every firefighter

that tried to put it out.

So then that's it.

We got to warn people
and evacuate the city.

We can't. Why?

4 million panicked people
will only make things worse.

She's right, Simone.

The way we help people
is by doing our jobs.

And right now, that means
pinpointing the exact location.

When the Super
Bowl came to L. A.,

the NNSA had helicopters with
radiation sensors monitor

for increased
levels of radiation.

Okay, well, I'll make some phone
calls and scramble the airships,

but right now, we need to hit
all the major oil fields first,

so let's move.

Where are you going?
To be with my team.

Well, this is your task
force, Matt. Your job is here.

Command and control. You
hand-picked this team.

Now you have to trust them.

Pull our
Bu-car around front.

I've got to coordinate
with Smith and Dawes.

Hey, Daddy.

Simone, I got your
rude voicemail.

Hear me out, okay?

Greg thinks Darius
is skimming from you.

Yeah, he is.

Wait. You knew?

Look, I've known Darius forever.

He's got heart, but he's proud.

And he's ashamed of his faults.

But if he's stealing money,
it's for a good reason.

You can't let people like
that take advantage of you.

If you do, you'll end up broke.

I'm just looking out, and I...

No, I-I don't need
anyone looking out.

What I need is for you to
mind your own damn business.

Daddy, please.

At least tell Greg what's up.

He's as concerned as I am.

Like I care.

He crosses this line
again, he is fired.

And don't even think
about involving

your little LAPD
buddies in this.

I'm handling this my own way.

What... What...
What's the matter?

I love you, Daddy.

No, no, I-I love
you, too, baby girl.

Simone, what's going on?

Daddy, listen.

Hey, I am dead serious.

I need you to get out
of the city right now.

Why?

Mr. Clarke, Simone
has to go now.

I could fire you right now.
But you know that, don't you?

FBI agents are prohibited
from warning citizens

of possible threats before that
information is made public.

I know the rules, Carter, but
a dirty bomb in South L. A.

Could detonate right in
my father's backyard.

I couldn't live with
myself if he got hurt.

Find a way.

Wow.

I don't get you.

I mean, you could whittle away
all day at a car for your son,

but won't do anything
to save his life?

What the hell do you
think I've been doing?

Helping to find this
bomb before it goes off

is saving my son's life.

And anyone else's sons, too.

And their daughters
and their mothers

and their fathers,
including yours.

I'm sorry.

Yes, you are.

But no one's got time
for that right now.

You swore to do a job.

Now can you do it, or not?

Yes, sir.

No sign of increased
radiation over the West Side.

That's a negative
in San Gabriel Valley.

Come on. Come on.

Wait. I've got something.

Abnormal levels of
radiation have been detected

over the oil fields
east of downtown.

That's a huge repository.
If an RDD goes off there...

I'll notify the team.

Spread out into teams of two.

Use your Geiger counters
to track the radiation.

Let's go!

One last question.

You cannot be serious right now.

What was the first poster

that you had on your
wall when you were a kid?

Really? Yeah. Do me
a favor. Humor me.

Um, Jonas Salk.

What?

Jonas Salk.

The guy who invented
the polio vaccine

was your childhood crush?

Well, no, he wasn't a crush.

Although in his college photos,

he did have this sort of
hot, nerdy thing going on.

But how does this help you
figure out what to get me?

Y-You know what?
Don't answer that.

A bomb could go off any second.

So let's just focus on the
crisis at hand, please.

It's got to be nearby.

It's picking up.

Carter, there it is!

We found the bomb!

By the refinery tanks!

The bomb tech team's
heading your way,

but they're coming from
the other end of the field.

No, no, no. There's less than
two minutes left on the clock.

They're not gonna
make it here in time.

Then you're gonna have to
defuse the bomb yourselves.

We're gonna have to do what now?

We have a copy of Orson's bomb
schematics from the bunker.

We can walk you through it.

We don't have any tools.

Speak for yourself.

Alright, where do we start?

Less than a minute.

Yeah, I know. Just
give me a second.

Seconds is what we don't have.

I understand, Simone.

Okay, by the looks of this,

the green wire connects
the detonator to the timer.

So if you cut that,
the timer turns off.

I hope.

You hope? Wait,
you said green.

T-T-There are only
red wires in here.

I think the middle one is
going to the detonator, though.

Are you sure? No!

But if you have
any better ideas...

I'm cutting the wire now.

I can't reach it. My hands
are too big to fit in there.

Simone, you got to do this.

Me? Yes.

You can do this, Simone.

She did it. She did it.

Thank you. Thank you.

Good job.

Threat contained.
Securing the site now.

Mm.

You did
good work today.

But also screwed up royally.

I know.

I'm sorry about warning my dad.

You gonna fire me?

Not this time.

But we follow strict
protocols for a reason.

It can never happen
again. Hear me?

Loud and clear.

Go home.

Before I change my mind.

Who would have thought that
my little missing persons case

would lead us to apprehending
an eco-terrorist, huh?

I'm sure you'll get
another commendation.

Listen, you were right.

I usually am.

But what specifically
were you referring to?

Hanging back, supervising
my team from afar.

Yeah, it takes some
getting used to.

At least... for me, it did.

Yeah.

We worked well together today.

Yeah, we really did.

Look, Matt, I know I'm
the big bad wolf here,

but you using your friendship
with whomever Senator Smith is

to cut corners is dangerous.

Actually, I'm fine with it.

Yeah, that right
there's the problem.

Tracy, we saved
Los Angeles today.

Why can't we just enjoy that?

For right now.

There's no alcohol allowed.

Yeah, pour me a double.

Hey, uh, thank you
for your help earlier.

It's what I'm paid to do.

Yeah, no, I know.

Um...

So, uh, we... we got
interrupted earlier

when we were talking
about the wine.

It doesn't matter.

No, it... it does, actually.

The reason I-I haven't...

opened the bottle
is because I'm...

sober.

247 days.

I had no idea. No, no, no.

There's... There's... There's
no reason for you to have.

I-I-I don't really...
talk about it a lot,

but, um, you know, I
hurt a lot of people

and... and made a
lot of mistakes.

So...

Not for the past 247 days.

That
takes a lot of courage.

Thank you for
sharing that with me.

Sure.

Do you drink coffee?

That's like asking
me if I breathe air.

Tomorrow, we should grab a cup.

Okay.

It's a date.

No, it's coffee.

You'll know when
we're going on a date.

I know the best cafe in town.

No.you don't.But I do.

Oh, hello, there.

Hey, Simone.

No, we're good.

And thanks for your help.

Thanks for looking out for him.

My pleasure.

Who knew you'd turn out to
be a decent human being,

after I watched you cheat on
all those tests in high school?

You know, if that helps
you sleep at night, Simone,

you can have it.

But it's good to know
you were looking.

Please. You know you
were checking me out.

You were always
thirsty in high school.

I was checking you out?

Ple... Uh, yes.

Either way, thank you.

I will never forget
what you did for him.

Don't mention it.

I can be stubborn sometimes.

And I am my father's daughter.

Tell me what happened.

Well, I talked to Darius.

He needed money for
his aunt's insulin.

Didn't know who to turn to.

I mean, he felt horrible.

And he insisted on
working out a plan

to pay back the money.

He made a mistake.
And he's sorry.

No one needs to go to jail,
and no one needs to get fired.

You are a good man, Cutty Clark.

You scared me pretty good

on that phone call earlier.

Had me packing my
bags and everything.

I'm sorry, Daddy.

But I can't really
talk about it.

And I hope you understand.

I do.

My baby girl saving the world.

Something like that.

Mm.

Mm.

All done?

Behold, the Hopemobile.

Mm.

Hey. Whoa. You're here early.

Yeah, well, I wanted
to give you this.

Ah.

I know your birthday
was yesterday,

but as promised,
the perfect gift.

Yeah, right. Based on
those three questions?

There's no way that
gave you anything.

Oh, no, no, no, no.
They told me everything.

You wanted to hike Machu Picchu,

but you never
pulled the trigger.

You had a dream where you were
driving without a seatbelt,

and it just made
you go even faster.

You crave adventure
in your mind,

but you're too
sensible in reality

to actually go through with it.

Wow. That's... not
at all on the mark.

Damn it.

Well, what about the
Jonas Salk poster?

Oh, you're also very weird.

Happy birthday.

Hmm. Gift certificate?

Skydiving?

That sounds terrifying.

It is. That's why
I'm going with you.

Really? I've always
wanted to do this.

Oh. So much better than a pen.

Thank you.

Well, you'll need one of
these to sign the waiver.

Everyone in the
briefing room now.

Sorry, boss.

What'd I miss?

You're just in time.

The tech unit was finally able
to restore the memory card

on Wallace Yamashiro's
video camera.

Our Bigfoot hunter.

This video was on it.

Um, okay.

6:20 p. m.

Uh, for years, I've
suffered the ridicule

of my colleagues and
endured their taunts.

Now I have my proof.

Wait. That's...

Skookum?

Oh, my God.

This can't be real, right?

Where was this taken?

That's the thing.

Wallace never says.

And there is no G. P. S.
function on that camera.

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